After reading these lines, Li Guangyuan cried. This was the second time in his life that he shed tears. The first time he shed tears was when he returned from his first business trip abroad as an anti-rebel worker, and he saw his father's grave. The old father participated in the revolution with his superiors and was hanged by bandits in the spring of 1921. When he was left alone at the grave, he cried like a child, sobbing with grief, but he was not ashamed of it. He felt that he should engrave his grief in his heart as a memorial. His father belonged to the people, but the memory of his father belonged to him alone. This is a special kind of commemoration, and Li Guangyuan is unwilling and unable to let anyone else understand it. However, at the second-hand bookstall of the Confucius Temple in Nanjing, even he did not expect him to suddenly cry, and he saw in the middle of these lines the kind of emotion he longed for, but he had never experienced and experienced this emotion in his life. He saw in those lines everything he had imagined clearly, and he dreamed of it all, but he never got it for a minute.

Now, how can he tell his wife that he remembers exactly that day and that moment in the autumn of that year On October 17, 1932, when he crossed the street, he suddenly saw his wife, and his hands suddenly became cold; So he walked straight to her, and for a moment he forgot that he shouldn't have done it. He heard the woman's voice and realized that she was not his lover, but he followed her until she turned around twice, first startled and then angry.

How did he tell her that he had asked the headquarters three times to transfer him back, and the headquarters agreed to his request, but soon war broke out

Now, how could a few short lines of space contain the scenes of the past passing by in front of his eyes?

So he began to translate the verses into French and write them down in prose, but he later understood that he could not do so, because the cunning enemy would take them as evidence of the young man's guilt. At this time, the young man was drinking fragrant tea and smoking a cigar, and his smoking demeanor was now fashionable in the place where he lived. Li Guangyuan put the paper in his mouth (he involuntarily realized that it was most convenient to burn it in a car), and then he added a sentence below the lines he had written at the beginning: "I think this will be realized in the near future"

At this point, he did not know how to tell his wife about his meeting with his son in a town near the border region last summer. I don't know how to tell her that her son is now an adult and lives in Hangzhou, and he often misses her and his son bitterly. He didn't know how to pour out his love and sorrow to her, because she was not with him, and he waited for the day when they would meet again. Languages are most powerful only when they are written in the Bible or in Pushkin's verses, and now they are rubbish and nothing more. Li Guangyuan wrote at the end of the letter, "Kiss you, love you"

"How can words express my strengths and sorrows and loves?" He continued, "My language is old, like worn-out coins. She loves me, so she believes in me these worn-out coins."

"I can't tell her that we have so little time together, so she misses our days together for a long time. She loves me so much that she is far away, can I tell her about this in my letter? ”

"You know," said Li Guangyuan, putting the pages in his pocket, and said to the young man, "you are right, it is not worth letting you carry this letter three times through the borders of other countries." You're right, forgive me for taking up your time

Letter to Chang Kaishen, Director of the Fourth Division of the Central Security Bureau and Senior Captain of the Guard.

Shanghai-Qingpu.

Secret.

Print two copies.

My dear Senior Captain

Having received the historic order from the leadership to turn every city and every house into an impenetrable fortress, I re-examined our situation. The territory we have in our hands should be the same as that of the Soviet Union, a multi-faceted fortress, the center of the decisive battle against the Bolsheviks.

In order to turn the country into an outpost for the forthcoming battle, I have recruited the Colonel of the Army Reconnaissance Bureau to participate in this work. As far as I know, you know this person because of his active participation in the trial of cases of enemies of the nation. The reason why he gave me practical help was also because Zhang Yin, a spy who was bribed by us and highly praised by Li Guangyuan, the wing commander of the guard headquarters, worked with him. This spy named Zhang Yin is now very active in investigating the people who have surrendered from the northern border area of the Soviet Union, and has written some very important project materials for me.

Since the work of these two men is related to the top secrets of the state, I would like to ask you to make a further investigation of the colonel and the spy Zhang Yin.

I would also like to take the liberty of asking you to inform me of the various situations related to the East Asian hub that fall within the scope of the work of the four places, and I am well aware of it. My duty cannot be compared with the great work you have undertaken to prepare for our final victory.

Long live the country!

Your loyal comrade.

Chang Kaishen read the letter in confusion and gave instructions to it angrily

Send it upstairs. I didn't know or still know any seals, let alone Tojo, a Japanese. You organize someone to check it out, and don't interrupt my important work with these trivial things anymore.

Chang Kaishen

Wu Sibao read it as soon as he received this document, and he paused when he read that the spy Zhang Yin was highly praised by Li Guangyuan.

Wu Sibao immediately hung up the phone to the archives room: "Please prepare for me the materials related to Li Guangyuan's trip to the border area and his contacts with others, and don't miss a word."

The engine of the "Holich" car makes a uniform and powerful abrupt sound. A blue and white road sign next to the highway indicates that it is 247 kilometers away from Shanghai. The snow and ice melted. The ground is covered with russet poplar leaves. The forest is filled with fresh, pale blue air.

Lyrical songs were playing on the radio

"Oh my God in April, stay in your heart forever.

I believe that music will always be around us, and joyful trees will dance.

It's just that the seagull that was swept away by the rapids is about to die at the bottom of the sea, but you are powerless to save it."

Li Guangyuan urgently braked the car. At the moment, there is no traffic on the road. So instead of pulling his car over to the side of the road, he abandoned it in the middle of the road.

He walked into a coniferous forest and sat down on the ground.

Here, the first timidly green grass has broken through the ground. Li Guangyuan carefully stroked the ground with his hand for a while.

He sat on the ground for a long time, constantly touching the earth with both hands.

He knew that agreeing to return to Shanghai meant what he was going to do. So he has the right to sit for a long time on the cold earth of spring, caressing with both hands.

"Go to No. 3 Xiafei Road," Chang Kaishen instructed the driver, "drive faster." ”

"No. 3 Xiafei Road" is the code name of a house in Shanghai, and the intelligence bureau of the "Oriental Foreign Army" under the General Staff headed by Mei Sipin is not here; Marshal Bai Onionxi, Chief of Staff Ding Canyi, General Wang's Operations Department, and the institutions under the jurisdiction of the army's think tank, were all located in the pine forest here.

Chang Kaishen sat in the back seat of the car. For the past three years, it has been this driver who has driven him, loyal to him like a family dog. The driver loves the son of the team leader very much, and often disregards Chang Kaishen's stop, drives the child home from school, and has to go back to the countryside every month to get Chang Kaishen some high-quality, authentic rural flavor Zhejiang Jinhua ham from his father's farm.

Six days ago, the head of the secret police sub-district, the leader of the school where the secretary had attended, was registered as the head of the detachment and presented on the table the materials written by a reporter who had infiltrated the activities of the teachers. The material reads that the spy broke off a small comb, tucked it under his nose, and then threw a strand of forehead hair in front of his forehead, pretending to be the American harlequin actor Chaplin, who played the Führer in the disparaging film "The Great Dictator", and shouted the slogan that everyone felt sacred

"Everyone has the right to land"

"Ensuring that everyone has a job to do"

"Every subject is the happiest man in the world, and he is willing to shed his last drop of blood to defend his freedom"

However, Chang Kaishen also added his own notes to these slogans

Article 1 "The right to a plot of land of one square meter on the base"

Article 2: "Guaranteed work in the best prisons"

Article 3: "If anyone dares to refuse, we will immediately hang him on a pillar"

After all, the director of the district office is young and does not know much about the current rules of dealing with things. Therefore, he naively thought that this material, which had only been typed in one copy (which he emphasized at the beginning of the report), would inevitably lead to a prosperous official fortune

"Thank you, my friend," Chang Kaishen said, he felt that his fingers were cold, and there was a sense of oppression in the solar plexus, "You are doing like a real party comrade", if you change to another person, out of respect for me, he will first arrest the reporter, and then burn his report, so that he does not show a flaw, and does not leave any traces, but this means that the carbuncle is left; In that kind of pampered son of a father who dedicates all his time to the great cause of our nation, I don't know what bad things will be done in the future, our faith is the truth, in the group of guards, the relationship between people only speaks of the word truth, and there is nothing else to say, I will now appoint you as the deputy director of the Jiaxing City Secret Police Bureau, congratulations on your exceptional promotion, and I would like to congratulate you on receiving the captain's commendation order."

"Thank you so much for cultivating!"

"My good friend, I have one more thing to ask you to do, and I am asking you for help purely out of friendship."

"I'm here for you, captain."

Chang Kaishen sneered: "This is very clear, if you don't 'serve' for me, I'm afraid I will be scared when I sleep, but what about you, just dream." What you often dream of is some fowl, I bet, moths flying in the quiet oil fields of the Jiangnan autumn season. ”

"Whether it's a moth or not, I can't remember exactly, captain, but, in general, I don't remember the dreams I've had. When I wake up, I always leave something happy in my mind, but then the trivial things of the day are disturbed, and I forget all the things I dreamed about at night."

"There's no daydreaming at all," Chang said, "and I nap in broad daylight because my stomach is too full." However, it is a nightmare to eat belly bulge, so please make sure to get one thing done today, so that those villains can be called to the district people's pickets and sent to the front line to fight. I don't want to see them at home anymore, you know? I cannot forgive anyone who has done something disproportionate to the great leadership of our nation and to the creator of all victories in our front and rear. When you're done with that, give me a call, and my adjutant will get your call to me. You have to tell me when they will go, which route they will take, and to which unit they will be sent to. See what I'm saying? ”

"Yes, Squad Leader"

He clicked on the heel of his shoe and turned away. Chang Kaishen let out a long breath, and the brain of the director of the district was too much like his driver. He had a hair style that drooped all around, and his neck was long, but thick; The head seemed to be pulled out of his body, not like a head, but for a while, he admired the driver's head. He often sat in the back seat of the car, just to be able to watch his demeanor.

He gave the task of killing his son to the people below. Among the "reserve personnel" for Chang Kaishen were not only a group of old friends from the early police station whom he had met when he started working in the twenties, but also three criminal lawyers who were experts in carrying out surprise attacks. Through the Fourth Division of the Police Department, he leads this group of professional agents, who are tasked with dealing with prisoners and parolees outside of prison, and reporting to the General Security Department on the serious criminal activities that are being hidden.

The child was killed at a distance from the Suzhou Creek, and in doing so it would be reported that Chang Kaishen had died heroically for a great cause and in the struggle against the Bolsheviks.

(Later, the head of the secret police branch was killed by the river, which was done by the agents.) The person who typed the written report and three of his close friends were also killed by agents because it was possible that information about their son, Hu Lai, had been leaked to them, and that the driver's tablemate, who was hospitalized at the time, had been killed by his lieutenant after he was discharged. )

"If a child over the age of fifteen can't be your friend," Chang said to himself, "if he can't keep his father in mind at all times, then he's a rebel." Let the experts study the issue of bloodline. Because of this little beast, which seemed to lack the eye for self-defense, I had to hang myself in my cell sooner or later. According to the new law, this may be the fate that awaits me, and it is a betrayal of the ideals I live for. If Zhan Guoqiang had found out about this, I would have been tortured in the basement today. If God wants to punish people, He will make him lose his mind. It is God, not me, who punishes those people."

Near a two-story red brick building of the "Oriental Foreign Army" Intelligence Bureau, Chang Kaishen got out of the car, and then nodded to the driver at a small plastic box: "Child, eat it, sandwich bread, as well as high-grade sausages and fat lard that tastes quite bad, although you like it." I won't stay long and I won't have to drive the car into the dugout."

"Okay, Captain"

Facing Chang Kaishen, his subordinates stood up from the table and replied.

Chang Kaishen smiled slightly, "In this era we live in, it's safer to be a lieutenant or something, and you shouldn't be a detachment leader at all, do you think it's right?" ”

The subordinate shrugged his shoulders, "You are 200 percent inseparable, so you always want to see all the phenomena in life as a formula in order. But there is no such order, because once logic and emotion are separated, there will be confusion. ”

"I don't see anything to do with it," Chang replied, sitting down on the circle chair opposite.

"It's a big prize. If you could see my relationship right away, I wouldn't be sitting here now, and at best I'd be frozen in shelter on the Eastern Front. ”

"You can't count me as your main enemy," Chang replied, "and your enemy is much stronger than mine, you know that." However, the most reliable trump card in your hands is familiarity with the situation in Japan, and not personal relations. Come, hurry up and explain the mystery of your logic to me, a naïve hillbilly."

"Well," the captain also smiled, "human emotions are innate, but logic is acquired. Something that can only succeed when these two isolated things become one. In the past few years, we have been split in half in life, and our emotions have asked us to do this, but logical obedience to instructions and execution of orders always make us do the opposite. Do you agree? ”

"Of course"

"So you, as a 200 percent southerner, are always trying in vain to put together two incompatible things, and you fall into a non-logical theory that breeds pain"

"First, I'm from Anhui, so I'm not from the south. Second, I am far from always separating our current irrational logic from emotion, and it seems that because of this, I am still alive. But I still don't understand why you suddenly say something like '200 percent Southerners?' ”

"Because you always want to impose yourself and your own thinking methods on the other party, there is no need to argue, I am not a pure Jiangnan person, but from Xuzhou, which others will not fail to see that your way of thinking about the problem is linear, once you become a detachment leader or general, in the eyes of the enemy, you are a complete murderer, and the lieutenant is at most half a son of a bitch.

"Right?"

"Right".

"Of course you suffer more than I am. Both the East and the West hate you. As for me, the extreme hatred of the Communist Party can be compensated to some extent by the greedy interest in my cause by the Western, especially American, financiers. ”

"Now I'm done." Chang Kaishen sighed, "Your conclusion is that as a general, you can still manage to sell yourself and take refuge, and an old guy like me, old Chang Kaishen, even if he becomes a lieutenant, he will only be shot?" ”

"No, you are not a traitor at all, you are Chinese, two hundred percent Chinese, I pity you. Me and you, the captain of the detachment, are both of us, and neither of them is anything else, but a historical document of the motherland. I am a historical document of the party, you are an anti-Kremlin official, but also anti-Downing Street, the White House and the Elysee Palace, and it is a sin to shoot us. ”

"No," Chang Kaishen shook his head, "No, captain; You confuse me with Zhan Guoqiang. It is because you have this idea that prompted me to come to you. Your superiors refuse to give us a copy of your 'top secret'. Why is that? ”

"The superiors are just signing, squad leader, and I am the one who refuses to hand it over."

He knew the consequences of refusing to hand over a "top-secret document" to the secret police. The book contains the files of political activists, designers, ministers, and in general, all the stalwarts of the regime, compiled by specialized agencies using material provided by spies who had entered Russia, intercepted telephone conversations and interrogations of prisoners (he spent two months with the spy, spoke to him and those closest to him, corrected the material in the "documents", and added new information provided by traitors).

"Top secret documents" are an opportunity for intelligence agencies to succeed. No one in the world possesses this kind of intelligence in the hands of him and his staff, not including Zhan Guoqiang, who mainly studies politically instantaneous incidents, and no one in the intelligence agency knows what they know. The captain forgot, and perhaps did not understand, that real intelligence agencies often have to plant slow-burning mines many years in advance that will not be effective until later. However, he should also be pitied, he works under Zhan Guoqiang, and this person runs to report to the leader at every turn. But the military believes in the rule of leeway, even in the event of victory. Possible defeat, and a chance to retaliate, counterattack, and give a fatal blow in advance

"People may misunderstand you, Captain," Chang said, "I'm here to settle this issue peacefully."

The captain shook his head, "Captain, don't think too highly of yourself. Mr. Wang's only hope now for our army is in Nanjing. You used to be the country's most deterrent machine, but that was a year ago, even half a year ago. Now without us, you are doing nothing. I'm never going to be handed over to you again. I'm not afraid of you anymore."

"Hehe," Chang Kaishen said, "you're good." I've always admired the heroes. I've been like this since I was a kid, because I used to be a coward too. It's the cowards who love to get close to the secret police. They are truly powerful, to put it mildly, they have the right to control the fate of others, but you better send two rows of people to your home as soon as possible with your wife and young master, and let them guard your house like a protective eyeball. These are times of terror, and the blows often behave on the unfortunate women and children."

Chang Kaishen said, stood up slowly and with difficulty, and walked towards the door.

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